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February 24, 2011

Okay, so, this isn’t about porn or about Magic cards, but that’s because things happened. Grandma is in the hospital with a broken hip. It’s, as I put it in a conversation earlier, an un-good situation. You’ll also have to excuse me if I don’t want to write about it at the moment.

However, after seeing my Grandma in the hospital, I went to my Poetry Workshop, as I do on Wednesdays. After being all emotional in the parking lot, I went to class and did my workshop thing. I cracked jokes. I literally had the whole group pausing to laugh and catch their breath at several points. I gave out some good feedback. When I finally left, I realized that I felt a lot better. I was happy.

This coming after the night before, where I covered for Lynn and ran her workshop by myself, and had a complete and utter blast. It was so much fun, and I think I did a great job at running that, as well. The night before that, I wrote a speech about pedagogy just for the hell of it and delivered it, which was an enjoyable experience.

Seriously, there’s a lot of work and bullshit involved in education, and I’m never going to be rich. But seriously, the more I do this kind of thing? The more I get involved and get to really do it? The more I know this is, by far, the right career path for me. I can do this over and over again. I can enjoy it. I know what I want to be when I grow up.

That’s something, anyway.

Of course, first order of business before all that: get everyone back to healthy status. Here’s hoping.